 speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the Lone Ranger. Companion Tonto, the masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early Western United States. The stories of his strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness, have come down to us through the generations, and nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. The town of Painted Rock was quiet and still under a thin sliver of moon. It was cold. The wind off the desert whipped through the little main street and rattled the sign over the false front of the biggest building. The sign read Wells Fargo Company Express and Banking. Wells Fargo Express and Banking. I reckon after we get through the night they can cross off the bank. Sure. There won't be nothing left to bank with. Keep your eyes peeled. Some careless hombre might wander along before the boys inside get that safe return. I'm watching. No need to worry though. It's dark and it's cold. Even a buffalo's got enough sense to stay bedded up to a sunrise. Well, I'll be... Sure will. Don't take much to make it seem like you're lying, does it? Who's that hombre? Where'd he come from? I don't know. I wish he was back there. I wish he'd shut up. There's one way to shut him up. You call him local. Put up that gun. Want to rouse the whole town? Yeah, that's the thing he's doing. He doesn't have to rouse anybody. Nevertheless, you're right. The blast and party will lock him out of the bed soon enough. And when it does, we'll have to bail moose and do it fast. Yeah. Meanwhile, what about this hombre? Yeah, maybe he'll just drag on through. A solitary cow hand. Most likely do it some range, come sun up and he's getting an early start. Maybe he won't notice us. We're back in the shed. He's coming. If him and that explosion arrive at the same time, then it's too bad. He's a dead cow. Where can he be going? I'll keep your gun on him. Yeah. If the blast goes off... Kino will knock him, plum out of his cell. And he's still moving along. Didn't notice a thing so far. Maybe he'll do it one more time. Here he comes. Close his mouth! Close that hole in the door! Got it, soupy? What was the shot? Nosey cow hand. Pile on your horses and make tracks. The town's starting to wake up. Soupy? Yeah? Give me one of them sacks of cash. Don't ask questions. Give me. You're the top hand, Rankin. Thanks. What in thunder? You threw that sack of coins on the ground. What's that for, Rankin? Now shut your mouth. All right, then. Use your whips. Here we go. They can't catch us now. Get up there. Come on, get up, boys. What's that? Let me see this. I'm very wounded. You're wounded? Who are you? Sheriff Peter Rock, that's who I am. Ain't no dog going with who you are, you poisonous country. Now hold on. You didn't meet with them outlaws. You're playing innocent here. Don't say what you're talking about. What's your name? Drummond. Jeff Drummond. Where are you from? Well, what I just wanted in the town. Because I'm a widow of the Circle Y ranch. Used to playing cop with you, eh? Yeah, what of it? Nothing of it, except that I don't believe it. Oh, now look here. I was just going along, minding my own business. The same as robbing banks, eh? The same as hurting cattle. I'm done through town singing a song. Hey! Yeah, singing a song. Just when I get past the Wells Fargo front, I hear that blast. I turn around and saw what was going on and started to yell. Yeah, story. That's when you get shot in the arm, I suppose. Yeah. Yeah, that's what I was going to say. How'd you know? Because I've been sheriff long enough to figure out how Crook's mind works, that's why. It's just the type of no good, empty-brained alibi I'd expect from a holdup man. It's not an alibi. It is, and I know it is. So do you. So do every man standing around. Just because the rest of your partners got away, you're thinking fast talk yourself out of jail, eh? But you're going there, silly. You're going for sure. I reckon you don't give a gent much chance to prove his innocence. Yep, when he's guilty as a horn toad. Now you listen to me. Here's what really happened. The whole gang robbed the Wells Fargo cash. You jumped your horses and started to make tracks. No. Yes. Some of us woke up and started blazing away. I happen to get you. Sheriff, I tell you... Don't mind that, neither. We've got no sympathy for our laws. All your guts are flesh wound. You'll be right as rain tomorrow. The rest of them. I don't know. You mean you won't tell? No, I... Oh, Sheriff, it's my word against yours. Won't you believe me? Son, you're forgetting one thing. I'm not a gent who makes up his mind without proof. Proof? What proof is that? Easy. Let me fix that arm. The only way out laws are all the same. Never learn you can't beat the law. Talk on your head. Here's my proof. The second cash from the Wells Fargo bank. Land right beside you. Right beside you. Sure, eh, son? You're going to jail. What does that mean? Miss Currison, ma'am. Whose fur is giv'y? We cut him with the goods. Yes, I heard. That's why I rode in from the Circle Y. There, you see, Sheriff, the Circle Y. That's where I was headed. I had a job lined up as range rider. Isn't that so, Betty? It is for a fact. You see, Sheriff, we knew Jeff down Southaways, in Texas, near Abilene. Yes, yes, yes. What's your first character, do you? I always thought Jeff was a fine man. Miss Currison, how long is it since she was in Abilene? What? How long? Why, six years. A lot can happen in six years, Miss Currison. For instance, this fellow could turn from an honest gent to a hoisty in an ombre. Oh, look here. Maybe you're right, maybe you ain't. Maybe it was bad all the time. You didn't know it. Sheriff, Sheriff, I... Now, it ain't your fault, Miss Currison. Ain't nobody's fault. It's just that the evidence is against him. They're against him. There's no sense staying here now, give Miss Currison. Might as well get back to your poor's ranch. Maybe somebody will believe you. I don't. What do you make of it, Tutto? A woman right horse down below on trail, and woman look pretty sad. I can't tell from here whether she's crying or not. She certainly doesn't seem happy. She keeps head down, hand to face. Yes, come on, Tutto, we're going to find out. I'm gonna slope, Silvia. Don't try to run away, we're not outlaws. I never mind the mask. Tutto and I are friends. We want to help you. You must be the mask and that white horse. You must be the lone ranger. Now, it's a trouble, and you can tell us what's wrong. The sheriff is just certain Jeff Drummond's an outlaw. He's put Jeff in jail. I don't know what to believe. He must have been. That trail we seen last night. Yes, Tutto. Yes, it might be. Might be what, Mask Man? Miss Currison, last night, shortly before dawn, Tutto and I heard horses. They were traveling fast. We found them in the dark. But later, we checked up on the hoof prints. They came straight as a dive and painted rock. Mr. That might be the outlaws. Yes. If you and Tutto could... But you wouldn't be able to follow that trail. The sheriff tried and lost it. Maybe Sheriff, him not so good on trail. We find trail, we not lose it. Tutto's right, Miss Currison. He's the best scout in the whole west. You go back to your ranch and stay there and don't worry. Tutto and I will trail those hoof prints Get him up scout! And the lone ranger and Tutto did find the outlaws. They were shortly after dawn of the following day when they rained up the horses behind a sheltering tree. You must hurry. We send a trail. Those are the men, Tutto. Look, and count gold. As well as Fargo gold. Tutto, look at their leader. I recognize that face. Tutto, not savvy. You're right. Missy good now. That's Spade Rankin. He lost outlaws in the whole west. In his whole gang, ten? No, eleven men. Tutto, we've got a... Oh, scout, oh, scout, oh, scout. Ladies, boys, there's a couple's flying on us. Grab your right, boys. There's not many they see. It's what we do. There's too many for us. Ride for it, Tutto. Most dense are riding faster than a prairie fire in front of a wind. Yeah, I guess so. Did you notice one of them wore a mask, Rankin? I don't know and I don't care. Only outlaws wear masks. Forget them. Just so long as they didn't try to cut in on our cash, they won't be back and I don't care where they go. They're no further concern of ours. But Spade Rankin was wrong. The lone ranger and Tutto were very much his concern. Because that very night they were swinging from their saddles behind a painted rock jail. The same sliver of moon hung in the night sky. The same cold wind blew from the desert. They moved silent as shadows to the one barred window. In his hand the lone ranger held two larriots wound together to make one strong rope. The other end was fastened to silver saddle horn. Who's there? Who's there? They see you? Drummond, keep your voice down. Where is he, man? Who are you? There's no time for that. Mr. Carson told us about you. Eddie, I don't say everyone whispers. Maybe Sheriff him listened. You're fastening that rope to the bars. Drummond, listen to me. Thank you, the command. He'll rear back and pull these bars right out of the window frame. Silver can do it. Sands, these bars aren't set in, and he's been solidly... Well, I'll be. Yeah, I can see that stallion. I reckon he can pull them loose. There was a gray in the corral with a JD brand on his shoulder. That's your horse? Yeah. I'll let him from the corral. He's subtle and ready to ride. Do you mean you're breaking me out of jail? Not right. But everybody will think that I was... This is not time to think. You leave jail now. Think later. Get ready, Drummond. Yeah, I reckon I was ready as I'll ever be. Good enough. Delver. All right, boy. Silver pulled bars out. Come on, Drummond, that you can't. Quick, to the horses. We've got to get away from here. There she is. Who you doing? Sheriff. Run. Mr. This ain't right. Drummond, loosen up when you're arranged. Sheriff, he's got rifle. We go plenty fast. Let your horse travel. I reckon the sheriff won't listen to me now anyway. Come on, Dusty. Show him your horse. Come on, Silver. Curtin falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger story. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Painted Rock, the Lone Ranger, Tonto and the young cowboy who had been broken from the jail drew their horses to a thundering stop. Oh, there she is. This'll do. We've outrun the sheriff's men. You know what's your idea of busting me out of jail? Now, I ever want to be dead sure I had a hand in that robbery. Everyone was dead sure of it before you left jail. There's no way to prove your innocence. That's by finding the crooks. I found them. You what? Tonto trailed them to their hideout. A big gang, too many to tackle. They're in a gap where they can stand off an army. How can we... Tonto's going to keep out of the way while I head back to town. Back to town? You come, Drummond. We go hide. What if I refuse? You come anyway. Take him along, Tonto. Get her hurry back to Painted Rock Look at that white horse travel. In plenty past. I thought we were traveling fast coming here, but it was nothing like that. Yet their horses like grease lightening. I never saw a faster horse. Now, you come this way. All right, Tonto. You can put that chute man down. Maybe I was nothing but a dog going unappreciating fool to argue with that masked man. I guess he knows what he's doing. While the lone ranger dashed atop speed toward Painted Rock, the Rankin gang felt themselves secure in their hiding place at the end of the gully. I don't care if someone does come here, boys. We'll stand them off. Rankin, what if that masked man we saw goes to the loam? Let him. There's only one direction anyone can come from, and we got all kinds of rocks here to fight behind. Nobody can come from the sides. The slope is too steep. Sure it is. And the shale would slide right out from under a man's feet. They couldn't come at us from the sides and the back of us is again the cliff. I reckon this is a good hideout at that. You know, I sort of hope the sheriff is told about this here place. You do? Sure. Maybe he'll bring all his deputies and come here to get us. What if he does? We wipe them out. Then we can arrange to get some of our friends into the sheriff's office. Rankin, you're all right. Leave things to the boss. And with the cash we got now we can handle things our way. Who knows? Maybe if the loaminer cleaned up we can just take over the whole town of painted rock. Yeah. Boys, the more I think about it, the more I hope the sheriff's men find us. The lone ranger was winning his race against time. He flashed by the ranches on the outskirts of the town, then turned to the salt and another moment rained up at the Circle Y ranch house. Betty Silver's coming, fella. Betty ran from the porch. He'll return. Oh, tell me to the lawman catch. Is he all right? No, he's as well as when he left the jail. He'll be told what to do. Now what can I do? Betty, you've got to play a game that will call for all of your ability to act. Oh. Here, take my guns. Take them. Your own guns? But what will you do? Become your prisoner. My prisoner? Oh, these are heavy. As soon as the sheriff returns to town, we'll go to him. Now, here's what you'll have to do. Prep and his men were raging with anger when they rained up and dismantled the lawman's office. We start out fresh, boys. Get fresh horses and pack along some food. I don't want to stay on the range until we find those three. I don't care how long it takes. Those crookers are going to break out of my jail and get away with it. You want to do the office night? That is captured him. Howdy, Carcians. What you got there? Good luck to you. This is Captain of the prisoner. Where's that red skin? Where's Drummondy? Got away from here, Sheriff. This man is willing to make a deal, Sheriff. How'd you catch him? Well, I guess he thought he'd be safe enough in town while you were out hunting for him. Oh, sure you circled back, eh? I, uh, told Miss Carcians about a deal. You're a deal with me now. Take that mask off. Good, Sheriff, wait. Wait, my eye. Take off that mask. Hergraves, take it off him. Time to have a look at the face behind it. If you unmask me, you'll regret it, Sheriff. Don't you threaten me. I'm not making a threat. I'm stating a fact. Don't you want to get back the cash that's been stolen? Hell, get it back. Not if you unmask me. Listen to his proposition, Sheriff. Please do. He'll help you find Drummond as well as the money. Eddie, how is it your sanction to see your friend brought back to jail? Because I know he's not guilty. If he's given a trial, I'm sure the truth will come out. Even if he were guilty, I'd sooner have him come back and pay his debt to society than have him a hunted out law. All right. What's your proposition? Let me keep my mask on and I'll lead the way to the hideout. That's fair enough, isn't it? What more can you ask? Yes. What about later on? Later on. After we get the others. They're being released. That's entirely up to you, Sheriff. You figure if you squeal on your friends, you'll be let go, eh? Drummond is a man you want, isn't he? You busted him out of jail. But Drummond and the stolen money mean something to you. Maybe so. Not asking you to make a promise, Sheriff. I'm simply putting myself in your hands. Let me keep my mask until you have the cash and the men who stole it. If you don't, you'll never get the money back. It's a deal. All right, then follow me. Where's your horse? Waiting. My dear boys. I'm a horse here, too. You're not going along? Yes, I am. Purgraves, take those guns of girls holding them. I'm going to keep them. It's right at all. Remember, if I hadn't captured the masked man, you'd have no prisoners. All right, then. Ready, boys? All right. Right alongside of you, Mr. The first move to escape would bring more than you ever saw. Get up! Come on, celebrate. While the lone rangers traveled with the Sheriff's posse, Tonto and Drummond Road were few men had ever been before. It's mountain. I don't know how you can keep going on foot like this without losing your wind. You all right? Yeah, I'm all right. Sure is hard climbing. We go rest away without horse. You mean we'll leave him here on the slope? Ah. Oh, and then come back for him. All right. Now, you be plenty careful. Not make sound. Yeah, I'll try. Scout, you stay here. Yeah, steady bronc. Yeah, I got the ground hitched. You make noise. Maybe plan all go wrong. Not as handy at this sort of thing as you are. You step or Tonto step. Watch, very careful now. Here, top of hill. There. At last. You take look another side. Hey, Shale is mighty treacherous. There's no man alive who can walk down that slope. Man right. You don't expect me to try it? You only look down below. What about it? You see goats? Sure. Hey, there's smoke down there. Ah, that campfire. Now I see some horses. And there's some men. Ah, them fellas outlaw. Them men who rob bank. Those? Why the dirty awning? Well, I'm going right down there and dealing with those dogs. And they spoil everything. Well, I can't let them do what Tonto say. Later, we make trouble for thief, not now. I guess it was nothing but a small animal of some sort to start a little of the shale sliding down here. I hope that's all it was. I hate to be here rancid if a slide got started. Yeah, there's nothing to start a slide. I hear horses. Me too. Wake, let me take a look. Get out of the way. What do you see? Boys, our hopes have come true. Riders. They're coming this way. Riders and what riders? There's a mask man we saw here before. He's riding with the sheriff. Get your guns ready. He's done us the biggest favor he could do us. He's brought the sheriff and hardgraves with him. That's just tough luck for her. Get your guns ready. They can't see us, but behind these rocks we'll let them get real close and then open fire. We persuade Betty to stay back for the rest of the way. Betty, if the shooting starts... I can use a gun. How would it be if Drummond returned only to find that you were dead because I let you stay with us? I'll get back. I will, but here, take your gun. Hey, don't give us... I'm going to use them. First, to fire a signal. On top of the mountain, Tonto heard the bark of the Lone Ranger's guns. He cried to Drummond. Now we start to slide. Roll big rocks. Start to slide. This is what I've been waiting for. Stagles are nice big rocks. It's a common actually. And here's another. Rankin's men heard the ominous sound of sliding shale. They looked up. Great rocks came bounding with a roar that increased to a thunderous peak. Look out! Get out from under. Get the horses. Get the gold. There comes another rock. They'll be trapped here. We've got to get out. Never mind saddle. Who would I tell you? Rankin's men were terrorized. They scrambled the horses' backs, dodging great stones, small stones, and a shower of shale that began piling up the gap to stay where they were meant certain death. There are only chances of break for it. We've got to rush the posse and shoot it out with them. We won't have a chance. Look, they've all got places back in the rocks. But we can't stay here. It's getting worse all the time. Come on, follow me! They fired as they rolled, but their bullets splattered harmlessly off rocks and sheltered the Valman, and the sheriff and his deputies returned the fire. Let them have it. Don't shoot to kill. Just knock them off the set. The Valman was accurate. The outlaw's case was hopeless. One yelled, I give up. I surrender. The others took up the cry. Don't shoot. I give up. What's that mask, eh? There you keep it where it is. Where's Drummond now? By this time, he and Todd are coming down the mountain to meet us in town. Sheriff, now you're satisfied the Drummond isn't guilty. Sure. The rank and gang will pay in full, Betty. But wait. Hey, you mess, man! Todd, I was waiting. I would ask you, you are! There's reward, buddy! He wouldn't take it, Sheriff. That man's known as the Lone Ranger. It is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.